a door a door adore...

maybe it's the idea of creating a 400th post or maybe it's the immaculate weather we've been having here in portland. maybe it's the 4 jobs and maybe it's all the commitments i've been trying to keep. more than likely it's that space we sometimes sit in between happiness and sadness that refuses us inspiration. i've looked for that secret potion that makes our hearts stronger after weathering a storm: new feathers, pretty crystals, the warm hands of dear friends, sunshine, cat snuggles and log runs. the only thing that really seems to work is time. time is the tried and true cure for most things. out of sight means out of mind right?

where are you now...i miss you...

been thinkin and thinkin and haven't really come up with much. lots of whys and what does it means floating around. those thoughts generally trumped with a "fuck it, let it ride" attitude. makes me want to get out of town and pretend nothing really matters except the smile on someone else's face and going to bed warm at night.


don't tern around::the everybodyfields

what you said...

he promised me feathers and diamonds